Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.